The medium is the massage

Another meeting in the big city and another afternoon with a couple of hours to kill. I am such a creature of habit that I figured I would contact J in Chinatown again since I had such a nice experience the last time I went. I arrived early enough at my meeting’s location to make an appointment for that afternoon.

There must be some law enforcement heat in town because the woman who answered seemed kind of suspicious. I asked for J, but she didn’t seem to know whom I was talking about. (The first time I went there I asked for K, the name I had from the Internet group, but ended up with J. Confusing, no?) The language barrier could have had something to do with it. I was able to explain that I had been there before and even gave her the address. She agreed on a 2 pm appointment.

I arrived on time and K met me at the door. She bore a striking resemblance to J - late 30's, shoulder-length hair, big smile, crew neck blouse, polyester pants. In fact she said people often think she and J are twins. I guess I passed the 'have you been here before?' test.

She led me down the narrow twisting hallway and into the first room on the right, identical to J's which was the second room down. I paid her for the massage and got undressed while she went out to put the money away.

She came back and asked if I wanted a soft or hard massage. I said in between, and lay face down on the massage table. K is the third masseuse I've met in the big city and they all must be trained at the same place or in the same technique because she followed a very similar routine as the others.

As she worked on my back and shoulders she chatted in broken English. She asked about my job and where I lived and about my children. She didn't ask directly if I was married. She said she was trained in China and she has a 10-year old son living there. She kept a towel over my ass and moved it over one leg whien she worked on the other. (I had walked a lot that morning & her kneeding was what I needed.)

Every now and then she would ask a question that seemed like she was still unsure about me. How often do I come to the city? Do I just travel there for a massage? She asked who else I had been to see for a massage & when I said I had seen S a couple of times, she lightened up considerably. It turns out the she had worked with S in another city & knew her pretty well. What a relief. I knew she knew I had no problem with the sensual part of the full body sensual massage.

Before asking me to turn over K did another once-over on my back, placing one knee between my legs and letting her leg rub against my balls ever so gently as she worked some long strokes ablong my torso. I started to twitch a little down there and began to really relax. She got more playful when she asked me to turn over onto my back.

She did a scalp and facial massage & so pretty much handled every part of my body up to that point. She shook loose my arms and did a little finger-popping trick on my fingers. She pulled her oiled fngers over each one of mine making a snapping noise that sounded like my knuckles were popping. She thought it was pretty funny. She remarked that I had smooth hands. I told her it was because of my job & that I had much rougher hands when I worked with wood as a hobby. Then I bought a computer...

As she started on the front of my legs she placed the towel so it covered my cock but she made sure she reached the inner part of my thigh glancing against my balls. She did the same for the other leg but I still wasn't sure she would offer to take care of that last muscle.

She worked my chest a little and played with my nipples, making a few jokes and laughing in low tones. I was hoping this was leading up to something. Finally she leaned in and whispered something I couldn't quite understand but she made a universal hand signal that gave me no doubt about what she was asking. I said, Yes please.

K is the woman I read about in an Internet group posting who kept bringing the writer to the brink many times before the climax. I was hoping for the same treatment. In fact my on my last visit there, J did just that, asking me to let ther know when to slow down. However, that was not the case this time.

K oiled up her hands and brought me to full erection almost immediately. She started off slowly using various strokes and twists and turns. My breathing got heavier as she worked and I was beginning to swoon. I reached for her arm to slow her down as I did with J, but she didn't really get the message. It felt so great, I just said fuck it to my self and let go.

I'm not normally a big shooter, but this time I felt my cum hit my chest.

She cleaned us both up and asked if she could work on anything in the tem minutes we had left. My shoulders were still knotted up, maybe because of my hunching over in the cold weather or maybe from carrying too much stuff in my backpack. I asked he if she liked her job & sadly, she said, Not really. It's hard work and there are long hours with no real time off. On the plus side, the money is good. SHe said she planned to do this for another year or so and hoped to open up a clothing store in town. She knew a person on the west coast who would help her with supplying the merchandise.

We finished and continued chatting as I got dressed. Fridays are a little slow for her so she wasn't in a rush to send me away. There was something in the tone of her voice and in the way she stayed close to me when she talked that was much different than her playful mood during the massage. After I left it dawned on me - she seemed a little lonely. I've been married too long to pick up on the signs right away. I should have asked her about a boyfriend or husband or some other personal questions and see where it led. In my fantasy life I would have made a move and offered to give her as happy an ending to our session as I had.

Maybe next time I see her I'll pick up where we left off.